No running, though I’m thinking about my (necessarily) new route. More dog-care (we want to keep them quiet; they’ve never lived in a flat before, and we want to help them learn to be good neighbours). Margaret and I have each made a trip to James Street and back. There’s less and less to do, and it’s more and more difficult. I think that tonight will mark a boundary-crossing, though, such that it’s no longer intelligible to regard our old home and neighbourhood as being home any more. We’re Headingtonians now.